I can't I can't
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can I can I can breath deeply in the city.
Atmospheric circulations & low pressure pockets present gaseous poisons, emissions that permeate through streets from the many cars. The NorthEnd is too small for so many cars.
This storm of 2015 is heavier than the snow that has fallen.
I walk with my head up, through the alleyways,
cover my face, iced over in tears.
We all slow down.
I pass so many people with so many scars.
I envision Whitney , Sheena Marie and I as dynamic simulations;
molecular magic meandering through space.
Three earthly cells abandoned young,
the birth of a Sun. The clockwise, counter-clockwise pace.
Her vibrant face belied her broken heart.
To the many lost lonely broken hearts meandering
through space, you are not alone, I am here with you.
Remember, your broken heart allows for more light to shine in
and wash away the sin. You are the true heroines born to help bring balance to this imbalanced time.
So to the Saviors and Messiahs whom walk the trails
to avoid the tragic tales, its time to come out of hiding, we
need your help.
We'd like to form an alliance,
to End this War.
To the lonely broken hearts meandering through space,
from experience I can tell you that Education, Art, Music will save you.
That and a community of people whom believe in you.